Ke Xue Bartender

Chapter 64 Golden Dream
"Yellow, golden...dream?"

The two of them stared blankly at the golden wine glasses in front of them and swallowed hard.

"Drink it, it's delicious." Lin Ye's smile was as warm as the sun, emitting a healing glow.

They both blushed and lowered their heads at the same time.

[Asshole! Don't look at me with such gentle eyes] - Airplane head

[What, what's going on? My heart is beating...] - Man with nose ring

There was a brief silence.

The two men picked up the wine glasses at the same time. Before they drank, the fragrant sweet aroma penetrated their nostrils and rose to their brains, relaxing their tense minds.

Greedily sniffing the sweet fragrance, blushes of enjoyment appeared on the two people's faces. The man with the nose ring even stretched out his tongue and licked her lips in ecstasy, which made Yuanzi and Xiaolan next to them get goosebumps.

[Ugh——How disgusting! ]

The wonderful fragrance seemed to make the two of them fall into some beautiful imagination.

The guy with the airplane head pouted and moved his lips close to the edge of the wine glass as if he was kissing his first love.

Tweet!
The sweet, silky, round and full golden wine slowly flows into your mouth.

The smoothness of milk and the aroma of wine blend perfectly together.

The dreamy aroma and exquisite taste lead him into a gorgeous dream world.

A voice keeps calling in my heart.

Did you forget it?

Have you forgotten the golden dream you once had?

Remember it quickly, Taro!

Airplane head, no! Yawei Taro opened his eyes.

He remembered.

Two lines of crystal tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

"my dream?"

"I, I once wanted to be a mystery novelist. That was my original dream!"

"But when I finished my first novel and submitted it to publishers one by one with great hope, no publisher was willing to accept my work."

"The last editor said to me, he said...woo, woo." Yawei Taro burst into tears and sobbed, his tears as big as beans dripped into the wine glass.

“Cry, cry…”

"Tell me all the grievances in your heart. I'm here. You can tell me anytime."

A gentle male voice came, like a warm hand, soothing Ducktail's trembling brain.

"…That abominable man said that what I wrote was a bunch of shit, and that someone like me would never be able to become an excellent mystery novelist."

"I was already disheartened, and after hearing these words, my dream of becoming a mystery novelist was completely shattered. I gave up on myself and gradually became a street thug."

"I lived a hellish life of fighting every day, intimidating others, and collecting debts for others."

Yawei Taro raised his hands and looked at his trembling fingertips. All of a sudden, all those faces begging for mercy appeared in his mind, and they rushed over and grabbed his legs.

"No, I don't want to either. I don't want to live like this anymore. But I'm so scared, really scared. Can I really live a normal life like this?"

The voice sounded softly again:

"Young people are bound to make mistakes. There is an old saying in China that a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. Mr. Yawei, as long as you sincerely repent from now on, it is not too late!"

"The prodigal son returns?" Yawei Taro murmured, his pupils trembling.

"Don't you want to be a mystery novelist? Keep working hard towards this goal!"

“…But what I wrote?”

"I don't allow you to look down on yourself!" Lin Ye's eyes were sharp and his tone was firm.

"What?!" Yawei Taro was shocked and looked up at him.

Lin Ye said firmly:

“Even if what you write is a bunch of shit, as long as you keep moving forward towards your goal, one day, it will shine like gold!”

"What's important is not the result, but the process of hard work. This is the dream!"

"The most handsome posture of a man is to keep fighting for his dream."

"Come on, speak out loud, what is your dream?"

Yawei Taro's pupils trembled, and then he closed his eyes tightly, tears,
It came out! He shouted as if he had used up all his strength:
"Me! I want to write a novel--!"

clap clap.

Lin Ye was the first to applaud, followed by Xiaolan, Sonoko, Aragaki Kaho...Except for a certain shrunken famous detective whose face was filled with astonishment, everyone in the store applauded.

Lin Ye looked at Yawei Taro encouragingly: "Mr. Yawei, keep working hard from today on!"

Listening to the applause of the crowd and feeling the encouraging gazes from all directions, Yawei Taro burst into laughter, with a smile as bright as an autumn chrysanthemum on his face.

The golden light of dreams once again enveloped his head.

Lin Ye looked at Yawei Taro's companion who was already stunned.

"What about you? What's your dream?"

Takuya Murakuchi was shocked and said in a trembling voice:
"My, my dream?"

"Mr. Ducktail has realized it, what about you?"

Murakuchi Takuya turned his head and looked at Yawei, whose face was filled with peace and joy of sudden enlightenment.

"Takuya, I have found my dream, you should find it back soon too."

Yawei Taro picked up the wine glass in his hand and looked at the wine shining brightly under the light.

"Ah, golden dreams, what a beautiful color."

"Goo."

He took another sip, his face lit up with happiness.

As if infected by some invisible force, Murakuchi Takuya lowered his head, and memories of the past came to his mind.

“It was when I was five years old, on a quiet Sunday afternoon, that I first saw the show.”

Murakuchi Takuya murmured.

"Yes, I remember it very clearly. The name of the program was 'National Idol Producer'..."

"It was at that time, on TV, that the shining figure of my idol was deeply engraved in my mind."

"Yes, to become an idol and be welcomed by everyone! This is my dream!"

"Day after day, I stare at the shining idols on TV, and my heart is filled with longing."

"But……"

Murakuchi Takuya lowered his head and looked at his rough hands.

"But I'm a man! How can a man be a cute idol? So I can only suppress my true feelings, day by day, until I bury my dream with my own hands."

Murakuchi Takuya held his head in pain.

"Why? Why did you make me remember this! There's no way a guy like me can become an idol!"

"I don't allow you to look down on yourself!" Lin Ye's voice sounded like thunder.

"what?"

"Even men can be very cute!"

Lin Ye said with great confidence.

At this moment, Dr. Cheng Shi flew through his mind—with white wings and wearing a snow-white dress.

"Really, really?"

"Of course it's true! What's the most important thing about being an idol?"

"O, O-ko? Huge..."

"Wrong! I just want to bring laughter and happiness to my fans." Lin Ye said firmly.

"A cute face? A moving voice? A sexy body? If that's all you have, you're just a gorgeous doll. Only when you have the heart of an idol can you become an idol that truly touches people's hearts and gives them strength!"

"The heart of an idol!" There was a rumbling sound in Takuya Murakuchi's mind, as if something was broken.

"That's right. As long as you have the heart of an idol, even a 40-year-old uncle can become an idol!"

"Face, singing voice, figure, these are just external conditions, which can be completely overcome by technical means! Only the inner idol heart is the truly valuable thing!"

“If you really want to be an idol, start by finding the idol’s heart! Then, step by step, move towards the shining stage.”

“Challenge the impossible, and your dreams will shine brighter.”

"Go ahead and fight like a man!"

(End of this chapter)